Beaten to Miscarriage by My Husband’s Mistress

I couldn't describe the excruciating pain that had overwhelmed my entire body.

With Jake's guarantee, the psychotic Reese, in front of everyone, brandished a fruit knife. Seeing the blade, the crowd around us recoiled, stepping back.

Reese's friends glared with malice, ensuring nobody pulled out their phones to call the police.

I cried out, "Please, someone, call the police!

"My stomach is killing me, my child... save my child!"

I could feel the blood beginning to seep through.

Reese declared, "Who's gonna dare?

"I'll teach this bitch three a lesson, it's none of your business.

"Because of this bitch, my boyfriend is about to break up with me when I was planning to marry him."

Reese, knife in hand, pointed it at the crowd as a threat.

"Hold her down, isn't she supposed to be pretty? Now I'm going to ruin her face, let's see if Jake will even look at her again."

Her friends hesitated, frightened by the sight of my body being covered in blood.

"Reese, maybe just stop?"

"Don't cause any more trouble."

Reese shook her head. "Don't worry, it won't end in death. Doesn't she have the resilience to take a beating?

"Plus, Jake promised he'd sort it out for me."

Her friends' eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Eventually, they grabbed me and pinned me to the ground, and I felt dizzy, on the brink of unconsciousness, without the strength to struggle.

With the piercing pain amounting, Reese carved my face with the knife.

My vision blurred with blood.

My heart was as dead as my hopes, tears streaming down my face.

"Let's see if you dare to seduce men from now on."

Reese gloated as I lay there.

At this moment, all I could think of was my baby in my belly.

The pain in my abdomen continued, and compared to the near-disfigurement of my face, it was almost insignificant.

In a foggy haze, tears blurring my vision, I watched the blood seep, feeling my world had been torn apart.

Through the long, agonizing wait, a middle-aged man named Lenny Sanfield, who claimed to be Jake's driver, pushed his way through the crowd towards us.

I'd never seen him before; I remembered that Jake's driver had taken a long leave due to family issues, so this must be one of Jake's temporary replacements.

He had a rugged aura, sun-kissed brown skin, and was dressed in a crisp suit.

Seeing me lying there, bleeding, he was clearly puzzled, not recognizing me.

He turned to Reese and asked, "Mr. Austin's flight is at 5 p.m., I'm here to pick you up first and wait for him at the airport.

"Why did you beat her up like that?"

Reese proudly showed off to Lenny, saying, "Jake will sort it out for me, what are you scared of?"

Then, she took her phone from her friends and pointed the camera at me.

"See? This is what happens to a homewrecker!"

Lenny dialed Jake's number.

"Mr. Austin, Reese has kind of messed someone up.

"Shall I record a video for you?"

Then, Lenny took out his phone and took a video of the bloody me lying on the ground and sent it to my husband！